Disheartened, burdened with a wish: to lose myself in stellar mists... ‘Cause I've kept forgetting, yes I'm losing words and time Lo(o)ser thoughts, blurred sight A mind benighted, so vague…
I'm growing colder It's as if each year my veins are narrowing Fingers stale and limbs itching Skin that's a pale and purplish grey My contours are fading Hands fumbling, but there's nothing there to grasp
...and the darkness is thickening I can even feel my mind slip away slipping into the nothingness… and I ask myself, i..is .. is this purity…?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
